hadriel | Video 8 - Sewing Shop

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You came to me in my dreaming, and you know my sins and turn me not away. [ He says softly ]

Those are kindnesses that I have had little of, outside of my kin, and they do help, a good deal. So thank you, Margaery.

How could I possibly turn you away when my own sins are so numerous? It would be the height of cruelty.

I'm--I'm happy to help. In any way I can. Never doubt that.

[ He smiles tremulously ]

Thank you. [ His voice leaves no doubt of his sincerity ]

Truly, Margaery. You do. Mortals. You're all so bright, and kind... we Quendi... we don't, we can't forget. And the lash of memory makes it very hard to be kind.

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[she smiles back warmly and takes his hands in hers]

Perhaps that's the advantage of being mortal? We can't help but be kind as our time is so short.

[ He squeezes back ]

I think that must be so. You have a better understanding of time than we do, in many ways, and especially of it's worth.

[she smiles a little sadly]

It's a pity I didn't learn its worth until after I died. I thought I would have an entire lifetime ahead of me.

You were young - are still! - and so do the young always think. But you know better, now.

Yes, I learned the hard way. I would like to say that each day is now precious, but even I have bad days sometimes.

Sometimes its the only way to truly learn. [ Maglor says sadly ]

I think that's just being mortal! I do as well - you should have known me in my youth! How arrogant we were, back then...

Then I have learned my lessons well.

[her voice turns a little teasing] Oh? Arrogant? Would you have even deigned to speak with me, a mere mortal woman?

We did not even known humans existed, until Finrod brought them home!

[ He laughs ]

But ai! I was terrible. I was the best musician in Tirion, the youngest to achieve my Mastery. I would not have given most people time of day!

Brought them home? However did that happen?

[she arches an eyebrow] My, my. Who did measure up to your high standards?

He went wandering. [ Maglor says fondly ]

He always had a wandering heart, our Findarato. He was actually supposed to be visiting Maedhros and I, at the time. Gave us all a scare when he did not come home one day after going out with the Hunt. But then, one day he came riding into the Gap, all aglow with joy and wonder.

"You'll never believe what I found", were the first words out of his mouth, the scamp! He'd found Beor and his people, the first humans to cross the mountains. Beor swore himself to Finrod's service, and his people were the first of the Edain, the Elf-friends.

[ He grins abashedly ]

Elenmmire of Valmar, mostly. She was my music tutor, and only in Echtelion of the Fountain and Daeron of Doriath have I ever heard a flautist to match her.

[that story makes her peal with joyful laughter]

How wonderful! To have met one another and have it go so well! Are the descendants of Beor and his people still there?

Sounds like a terribly high standard to meet.

He was a trial to us all, Finrod the Beloved, Friend of Men. [ Maglor sighs in the put upon manner of all fond older relatives across the multiverse ] He was another who met my standards, if you like! You never heard a voice like Finrod's! Warm and full of joy.

They came back with him, yes, Beor and his family, and they settled in Estolad, in the lands guarded by my youngest brother, and later in Dorthonion. They were a dark-haired and stocky people, stalwart and loyal to a fault, and they suffered great losses for that loyalty - like the Haladin after them, they were almost wiped out by the end of the First Age. Their descendants though, mingled with the other two houses and became the Nuemoreans, the Dunedain of the Third Age. After them came the House of Haleth, the Haladin, stern and dark haired but few and reclusive, they were a proud people who ill-liked being beholden to others. The last house was the House of Marach, later the Hadorians. They were the most numerous, tall and golden haired, fair and valiant. Not all of them went to Numenor, where they mingled with the other two houses, and from those who remained would come such folk as the Rohirrim, the Horselords.

We had other allies too, late come over the mountains, and Bor of the Easterlings served my brother and I loyally, but many of his tribesfolk were not so, and Uldor betrayed us in the battle of Unnumbered Tears, and the Easterlings are no longer friends with the descendants of the Edain. Which is a pity, truly, for Bor was loyal to his own death and that of his sons and many of his people.

So many houses! Did they all have their own rulers or were they ruled by others?

...the battle of Unnumbered Tears. I can only assume that it was a tragedy. Battles in my world don't tend to have such names. Usually, they're named for whatever piece of land or river was nearby, such as the Battle of the Trident where Robert Baratheon and his war hammer defeated Rhaegar Targaryen and went on to take the throne himself.

A little of both - most of the Edain held to their own lords, but many swore themselves to us, also. Only the Haladin never accepted us, I think - but my brother Caranthir said that they took their lady Haleth's example, she would saved them after their lord, her father, and her twin brother were slain. And Haleth would be independent if it killed her, and her people were the same. They might work with you, but never for you.

[ He makes an agreeing noise ]

It... would have been our greatest triumph, if it had worked. It was all our strength and art, all the allies we could call. But when it failed, it failed utterly and our strength was broken. We lost our King, and almost the entiriety of his household and his army, most of our lands... the losses were horrifying. It was the beginning of the end, for us.

I suppose there's something to be said for independence. However, Westeros has always functioned best when the Great Houses held power and the lesser houses sworn to them served them.

[she takes a moment to let that absorb]

I'm so sorry. From what little I know of your culture, it sounds like a terrible loss. And Middle Earth will be far poorer for it as well.

It was. [ Maglor sighs softly ]

Without Fingon's leadership, the alliance split apart. Turgon was High King, but he retreated to Gondolin and shut the gates, and since no one knew where it was...

[ He shakes his head ]

Nargothrond closed its doors too, but it was far less secret, and once Turin had convinced them they needed to bring the fight to the Enemy the dragons came to ransack it. My brothers and I... the March was the closest lands to our Enemy, and we simply no longer had the strength to hold the Gap. We retreated to the line of the Andram Hills, but there were not enough of us to do more than try and keep the passes clear. Doriath, of course, had never opened its gates at all. The losses suffered by the dwarves was so great that they never marched willingly in alliance with any of the free peoples again, choosing to rely on the strength of their mountain halls, and the Green-elves were not ones to fight in armies to begin with.

So dragons serve the enemy in your world. Or are the enemy. But, were you able to? Keep the passes clear? A war of that magnitude would create a lot of refugees. Not everyone is kind to such people. Goodness knows that King's Landing could have been more welcoming. Another thing I tried to remedy and failed.

Both? [ He hazards ] But they all serve Morgoth in the end.

[ He shakes his head ]

We tried. But there were too few of us - we kept them relatively open, but it cost us dear. Behind us were the refugee cities of the Falas, and the Isle of Balar, so we held the line as best we could.

Dragons in Westeros are. . . complicated. They were what enabled Aegon the Conqueror and his sister-wives to unite Westeros. But it took the destruction of Harrenhal and the obliteration of the line of the Gardiner king of the Reach to do it. Torrhen Stark will forever be known as the King Who Knelt because he wanted to save the North from that horror.

[firmly, yet kindly] You tried. None can ask more of you.

[ He shudders ]

They sound to be essentially beasts in yours. But ours... Glaurung wore the shape of one, yes, but no mere beast was he! He had great powers of enscorcelment, and his magics were strong and cruel. One could not meet his eyes without very great risk, and his very slime was poisonous, even discounting his flame.

[ He smiles tiredly ]

We tried. Not that anyone remembers that now, except Elrond and I.

That sounds horrible! Was it eventually slain or does it live still? [she shakes her head] Dragons of your world must be terrifying!

[she reaches out to squeeze his hand]

But as long as the two of you remember, your efforts will not be in vain.

Turin slew him. [ Maglor nods ] Long ago, when he was in hiding with the outlaws in Brethil. Glaurung sent his orcs to ravage the lands, but when they kept dying he came himself. By then, his hide was so thick that no sword could pierce it, and he had but one weak point - on his belly. But Glaurung was not winged, and he was too clever to raise himself high enough off the ground to expose his weakness. So Turin hid in a crevasse over which he knew Glaurung must pass to reach their stronghold, and when he did, he thrust his blade up through his heart.

[ He adds wryly ]

It always seems to be Men who kill dragons. Some of the Hadorians once said that when Morgoth created dragons Eru gave to Men the ability to become Dragonslayers.

[ He smiles at her and squeezes back ]

Yes.

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